Chapter 8

She was cold, so cold. She felt strangely damp. Liv started to shiver, remembering what just happened to her and she was afraid that all of this was not a bad dream.

"Hey?" a weak whisper came from her left side.

Liv slowly turned around and stared into her own green eyes.

"What did he do to you?"

"He –", she had to cough. "He waterboarded me."

There was silence in the cell. Both women were looking at each other, each of them was thinking the same.

"He said that we are "tools" to achieve something terrific. And he said that he did not use this torture technique to interrogate me but to give me an experience of the sensation. What the fuck is wrong with this guy? Why us?"

With each word Liv's voice got a little louder and a shaky tone was slightly audible.

"I don't know. But the guy who brought you back, at least I assume that he did, I was still unconscious; he gave me water and some drugs. They make me feel better. They numb the pain and I am not so tired anymore", Olivia explained.

"Do you think someone is already looking for us?"

"I think so. It's been at least 30 hours, even more I suppose. But if Jones does not want to be found, I am afraid that he will not be found."

Liv sighted and slowly crawled to the wall, sat up and leaned her head against it. Olivia sat cross legged in the middle of the room. Both of them were avoiding the mattresses.

"You know," Liv began hesitantly, "I was being really scared when you passed out earlier. Your back looked really bad and you were burning hot."

Olivia gave her a strange smile and Liv could not figure out what it meant in the first place.

"One thing I know for sure. Jones is not going to kill us … yet. When he said he needs us –"

Liv cut her off: "Well great thing. We'll just keep sitting here and wait to get tortured a bit more. How lovely."

"Ah. But have you any other plans. Maybe we should just escape through this secret trap door underneath our feet."

"I knew that you have a nice sense of humor"; Liv said, smiling slightly.

"Oh cut that crap." Olivia snapped. She tried to get to her feet. There still was a lot of pain in her back. So it did not look really gracefully. She drew in a sharp breath but managed it without any other sounds of pain. Then she started pacing up and down that little cell. Her steps were always followed by Liv's eyes.

"I know that you are thinking, but that really annoys the hell out of me. You walking up and down this fucking room for hours."

"I doubt that it were 5 minutes."

"Oh common Olivia!"

"Hey wait a second. Do you remember what Jones said about working out or problems?"

"Yeah kind of," Liv mumbled.

"Well I think I know what he meant with it. We don't get along with each other. I mean we are really much the same, but at the same time we are really different. And that pisses off both of us. I am not even mentioning my kidnapping and everything else that has happened."

"So?"

"Ok just think about it. If Jones really needs us we should be able to work together hand in hand. And right know we are already offended by each other."

Liv nodded slowly, understanding Olivia's stream of consciousness.

Suddenly there was a weird cracking noise from above them. It came from a loudspeaker-system.

"Very good Olivia! I knew you'd figure that out early. And I am proud to announce that it has already worked. You both are really compassioned. We are ready to start now."